Kurt woke up to the sound of a knock at the door. He sleepily opened his eyes and sat up, intending to answer it before seeing that Blaine had beaten him there. He was just about to go back to sleep when he noticed how wet and chafed his legs were. Throwing off the blanket, he gasped in horror to see not only his diapers soaked thoroughly, but an impressive stain on the couch as well. Kurt's eyes filled with humiliated tears as tried to get up, but with his legs tangled up in his blanket, he tripped and hit the floor. He cringed as he felt yet another pool of pee trickle out of one of the diaper's leg holes, down his thigh and into a puddle on the floor. He couldn't help but to let out every obscenity in his vocabulary.
After wrestling himself from the blanket and adding a little more to the puddle, he made a beeline for the bathroom, slamming the door in frustration. It was only an hour-long nap! Most people didn't pee that much in a day, let alone sixty minutes! With a miserable sigh, he hunted down a clean washcloth and some scissors, getting to work on the dripping diaper.
After Blaine closed the door and turned to the couch, his heart immediately sank in sympathy for Kurt. He could see the long dark stain on the cushion and he knew very well how Kurt would be feeling at the moment. For this reason, Blaine decided to tackle the couch himself. Blaine had a dog when he was younger, one of his dad's "let's be straight" activities and he had learned very quickly how to get pee out of furniture. He rummaged through his closet for some baking soda, finding it towards the back and sprinkled it liberally over the cushion. After a few minutes of waiting he grabbed the paper towels and slowly began to clean it up, leaving the couch as good as new.
Kurt left the bathroom with his wet clothes bundled up in his arms, pausing when he saw Blaine patting at the couch cushions with a damp paper towel. He didn't make his presence known until the younger boy had finished and looked up at him.
"Hey, Kurt. How was your nap?" Blaine asked softly.
Kurt's eyes trailed to the floor, staring at the remaining puddle near his blanket. He watched Blaine step towards him, right into the middle of the piss before stepping back in surprise.
"Oh! I guess I missed a spot." Blaine said apologetically, as if that was his piss on the floor.
Kurt shook his head and stared at the puddle. "Blaine, what's wrong with me?" He asked hoarsely.
"What? Nothing! There's nothing wrong with yo-
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Kurt yelled shakily. "This…this shouldn't be happening! I'm not injured or incontinent or anything…"
"Oh, baby, we'll figure this out, but it's nothing to get upset about. Things happen." Blaine said, feeling awful. When Kurt's face crumpled and he started to cry, he hurried over, grabbing the brunet in his arms and holding him tightly. "Listen to me. This is not your fault. We'll figure this out together, okay?" He assured him, but Kurt continued to sob.
Blaine frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe pull-ups aren't suited for you. Why…why don't we try one of the regular tape diapers?" It took a little while, but he waited patiently until he felt Kurt nod against his chest. Blaine gathered him in his arms and helped him over to the bed. Then he dug a tape diaper out of the bag and handed it to Kurt who stared at it blankly. "What's wrong?" He frowned as he watched his boyfriend's face flame up.
"I…I don't know how to do this." Kurt mumbled quietly.
Blaine took his turn blushing and pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Well…I could, I mean, I can, um, you know…help."
Kurt's head snapped up and looked at him with wide eyes. "What?"
"I'll just, help you tape it up." Blaine mumbled embarrassedly. "I could tell you what to do and then fasten it for you."
Kurt stared at the baby garment, his cheeks a deep crimson. "O…okay."
"Alright, do you want me to turn around? Just give you some privacy?" Blaine asked. When Kurt nodded, he dutifully turned his back to Kurt. "Okay, now unfold the….unfold it and place it on the bed with the tapes in the back." He waited, listening to the crinkling and the sound of Kurt shuffling around. "Done?"
"Got it." Kurt replied softly.
"Okay, now…remove your pants and underwear." Blaine said, blushing a little more. He closed his eyes at the sound of Kurt dropping his pants and took a deep breath. "Then sit down on the…and situate yourself so that there's enough room in the front and back." A little more shifting and crinkling followed that.
"Okay."
"Now lie down and pull the front up so I can tape it." Blaine directed. He counted to ten in his head before turning to find Kurt's beet red face staring intently at the ceiling while his hands held the front up in a death grip. He approached the bed and rubbed his thigh. "Just relax, you're okay." He assured him. He gently pried Kurt's fingers from the front and gave it a little tug, tugging Kurt's bottom up. He let out a little squeak of surprise. "Sorry." He said quickly. His eyes flickered back down to the diaper. "I'm really sorry about this Kurt." He stated.
Before Kurt could even ask, the front of the diaper was pulled down and his penis was seized by ginger hands that situated it against his stomach before rapidly covering him up once more and fastening the tapes at his hips.
Kurt jerked, scrambling back in surprise. "What was that for?" His face looked ready to pop from the pressure.
"I'm really sorry, I had to adjust it or else you'd be really uncomfortable." Blaine apologized. "I should have warned you."
Kurt let out a miserable whine and hid his face in his knees. "That would have been good!"
"Well…do you want your clothes now?" Blaine asked, holding up the pajamas. "You must be cold."
Kurt sighed and nodded, holding his hands out to take the pants. Blaine moved away to wipe up the puddle that remained on the floor, allowing the older boy a little privacy while he tugged on his pants. "These are so tight!" He frowned as he struggled to fit them over his now large diaper butt.
"Yeah, I noticed those things were a little thick. I suppose you could just forgo the pants. It's just us." Blaine commented.
"No way. Somebody could just barge in and see me!" Kurt exclaimed.
"I'll lock the door, don't worry." Blaine soothed, getting up and dropping the wet paper towels in the trash. He stopped by the door and let Kurt watch him as he turned the lock. "See? No intruders."
Kurt sighed. "Fine." He slid off the bed and walked over to Blaine's closet. "But I'm wearing one of your oversized t-shirts then."
"Deal." Blaine smiled, watching Kurt half walk, half waddle over to his side of the room. Suddenly a tingle shot through him and his face got warm. God, Kurt looked cute. He looked so adorable and suddenly Blaine wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on that padded bottom of his. His fingers itched to touch, to squeeze the crotch that puffed out between his thighs and rub the adorable expanse of his diapered backside.
Blaine froze in horror. What was he thinking? How could he be so insensitive? Kurt was traumatized and he was fantasizing about it! How could he be such a horrible boyfriend! How could he be so selfish?
But then again, if Kurt was going to be wearing diapers for a while, wouldn't he want to feel better about the situation? Blaine could do that! He could embrace this, even if Kurt couldn't. He would love him and coddle and cuddle and baby him if he had to if it meant making Kurt feel better about himself. Yes, this was what he had to do.